Balls and groceries

My husband and I played catch in the backyard for like 3 hours yesterday. It was fun. I played softball for 12 years. I only stopped cause I work second shift, and it is hard to find a league to play on. Anyway...my right ass cheek hurts today from it. I don't remember it ever hurting before when I played....getting old.

Mr. Perfect said he could do that all day...."how often do I get to throw something as hard as I can at my wife?"....how romantic.

Because we weren't just playing catch...we were trying to hurt each other. Throwing as hard as we can....it was fun. We are demented. A game can never be a leisurely game. We have to put a wager or a means of injury into it. "Hey man throw the ball as hard as to can at me...see if I can catch it heh hehe!" Like Beavis and Butthead or something.

My glove is so old (I got it in 8th grade) it has no leather left on the palm portion. So I have a swollen palm today. It was rough. It didn't help that beer was involved.

My son took his first trip to the grocery store with me today. He sat in the cart like a big boy. He was so amzed by the grocery store. He was staring at everything in amazement. His jaw was dropped the entire time. I guess when you are 7 months old, the grocery store is an amazing place. When we got to the checkout....I turned to put the groceries on the belt...and he grabbed an issue of Vogue and pulled it off the shelf onto the floor. Other than that he was a good boy.

Bad toys

So this morning. I put the boy down for a nap around 10 and I went to take a shower. I only got like 4 hours of sleep last night, and I wasn't feeling my best. All of a sudden, I thought...I know what would cheer me up..... I thought I would get one of my "toys" and take it into the shower with me.....I haven't done this in a while. I don't ge to have sex during the week as much as I would like, because my husband and I work opposite shifts...we usually make up for it on the weekends...but here it is Tuesday....and I needed an attitude adjustment, if you know what I mean.

So I get one of my toys out....no batteries. Cause I took them out for something else...dammit. I went and got more....still didn't work. I went and got another one....put batteries in it...it didn't work either....I only have 2 that I like....of course neither of them work. Why would they? I messed around with them for 20 minutes....I can't figure it out. Do sex toys go bad if you don't use them? What the fuck? Do they have a shelf life? I guess so....

So I had to use my hand...took a little longer...but got the job done. I have to go shopping.

Tired mommy

Yes I am ....still at work....it is almost 1am. This will be fun... I will get home at 2. The boy will be up a few times between 2-7. Because he is teething....yes fun.

I will have to do it all over again tomorrow. Which means by Friday, I will not be able to tell you my name.

Mr. Perfect cleaned our ginormous yard this weekend. And the garage. Reason #284 that I love him.

Trash and smoking

So like every couple of years our city has one of those "Junk pick-up" days. Where you can put whatever you want on the curb and they will come and get it. It's great, cause it allows you to get all of the crap you somehow accumulate. The funny thing is....the trash pickers. I put some stuff out on the curb today. Old doors, shoes, wood, and boxes. 20 minutes later, it was all gone! I didn't even see the stealthy fuckers either. And as I went to work, I couldn't even get down the street. People were driving by all of the crap real slow to check it out. People with trailers, to pick up other people's trash. It is funny. I have to admit, I was looking, but it would have to be a really good find, cause I just got rid of a bunch of shit. Why would I want more?

Mr. Perfect is trying to quit smoking.....he is not a nice person right now. I know he doesn't mean it. And I totally understand. But that doesn't make it suck any less. I feel like he hates me right now, but he doesn't. It is just his nicotine deprived blood cells talking. If he does it, then I will do it. That is always the hard part. If one of us does, then we both will. It is too hard to see someone else do it.

My son is a clapping fool. All he does all day is clap and wave bye-bye. He is so smart.....I know all moms say that right. Like if your kid likes airplanes...."Oh he's gonna be a pilot!"

Accidents, snot, and regrets

There was a car accident in front of my house today. It was sort of weird. I mean, my street is sort of a culdasack, and we don't get much traffic. But this guy came tearing around and t-boned the poor latino lady across the street. She had her baby in the car. It was kind of scary. I heard a big screech, and the guy upstairs was on the porch...he yelled for me to call 911. I did, before I even knew what was going on. She was okay, and so was her baby. But the guy just took off. I didn't get his license plate #, I was on the phone inside the house when he left. What an asshole. Not something you see everyday.

I have been so sick all week. My nose has been running like a faucet. I was so sick on Sat., I could hardly stand up without getting light headed. I finally went to my after-hours doctor's office yesterday. I have a real bad sinus infection. He gave me some nasal spray....lookout! The shit is moving now! I have been so stuffed up for 5 days....but fog is finally lifting.

My son is getting up on his knees now.....that means he will be mobile soon. I am not sure I am ready for that. I like the fact that when I leave him somewhere, he will most likely be there when I get back. That whole chasing a baby thing......not too sure that is my bag. It's exciting when they first do it, then you want them to stop doing it.

Nothing new on the stepdaughter front. Her mother seems to be okay at the moment. And it is very hard. I wrote another letter to the FOC, but I didn't send it. I gave it to Mr. Perfect to sign, and he made a lot of grunting and sighing noises. I am not sure he is ready for the responsibility of having his daughter 24/7. I am not sure. I have been handling this whole thing for him. Doing what he has asked me to do. Writing letters, making phone calls. I have gotten all the paperwork and the info needed. But, he seems to be hesitating. I know her mother needs help. I don't know how far it will go. I don't know if something bad has to happen, before he realizes he needs to really step in, instead of threaten to. I don't know. It got down to the wire, and he backed out. I told him I will keep out of it. I will let him take care of it, when he thinks he should, or how he thinks he should. It is causing a strain on our relationship, and I don't want that either. I can't do everything for him. He needs to make that decision. I have my own child to worry about too. I will probably regret not taking charge. But that is one of my problems, I think I have to be in charge of everything. I have to let him figure it out I guess. I know, in the end, he will do the right thing, but I think it will have to slap him in the face before he gets it. Ya know what I mean.....?

He went to the dentist this morning. And when he got back his fly was down.....
I asked him..."Does that mean we get this visit for free?"

I am going to strangle her

So the Rotten Bitch is back at it. She has be "sick" since Saturday, she says. Vometing etc. She gets "sick" more than anyone I know. I am sick of it. She goes to the hospital, and they treat her symptoms, not her head. She doesn't go into the hospital and tell them she is crazy, like she should. She tells them she has the flu or something. I realize sometimes people don't want to admit that they are crazy. But she is. She has some sort of mental disorder that manifests itself in physical sickness. She doesn't ever get diagnosed properly.

I have had enough. I can't sit by and watch something bad happen because this woman cannot take care of her child. I also cannot stand the thought of someday seeing Mr. Perfects daughter end up like her mother, and know that I could have done something about it. I love that little girl. I can't take it anymore. He is calling her and suggesting that she get some help, and if she refuses, then we will be filing for temporary custody tomorrow. And if she refuses after that, we will be fighting for full custody. Anyone have any advice for that? That is all new to me.

She also has just gotten sentenced to 8 months probation from the last time Mr. Perfects mother was there and saw drugs in her home, and called the police. That was strike 2 for her on that. We also have all of her medical records. And plenty of family members who can attest to her mental stability. I am sick of it. I can't take it anymore. I get physically sick with worry about that child. I get mad, not because I would have to take care of her, but mad at her mother because she can't. It is really complicated. I can't even put it into words.

I's fixin it

I know I have probably said this before, but .....I rent out the upstairs of my house. It is a 2-family house....ok that being said.

I re-finished the wood floors in my house. The entryway, to the house is wood also, but it has water damage. So I decided this weekend to tile it. Sometimes I just get these ideas, and when I do, I must do it right now!

Well, my dad had some tile laying around. Because him and my mom own a bunch of rental houses. I went through his stash. Found some I liked, and layed the tile. It looks really cool. I will get some photo's for yall this week. I am excited. With the borrowed tile, cement board, and grout, all I had to do is get the adhesive. So the entire job cost me 17.67$. Pretty rad.

Mr. Perfect also fixed my coat rack that fell off of the wall a few weeks back. That is fabulous too.

So all in all, home improvement is going well for me. Everything else the same.

My son has discovered how to throw things now. And also how to do this weird hyper-ventilation fit thing. It's quite strange.